Crocodile Omen Assault

"Nefthys Cleopatra, entering from orbit, is penetrating the atmosphere."

Nefes reported his progress without any emotion or inflection, just like always.

However, to Nalia, her indifferent demeanor carried an indescribable contempt.

"Hey, Gabros."

Through the communicator, Nalia spoke, her body disheveled and clothes tattered, she couldn't help but say, "What kind of attitude is this? How dare you speak to your master with such a condescending tone?"

"Miss Nalia, I have had my emotional glands removed, such as dopamine and pheromones. My body does not secrete these hormones, so I do not show any emotions."

Nefes remained calm, his eyelids drooping, and said like a robot, "Oh, that's it, you dare to talk back!"

Nalia was furious and started yelling at them with some random excuse, "Who do you think you are? You're just a commodity. You don't deserve any explanations!"

"Yes, Miss," Nefes said mechanically. "I'm approaching the coordinates you sent. I'll be there shortly. Please be careful."

"—Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Nalia said coldly.

"The current situation is not optimistic. The ecosystem of the Tomb Stars has been severely damaged and is in chaos. Please be careful—"

"Gabros, are you teaching me how to do things?"

Nalia's voice rose, her green-gold vertical pupils staring at Nefes. She raised her chin, extremely arrogant. "Who gave you the right to point fingers at a capitalist when you have no assets, no self-awareness, no personal rights, and a useless product with a lifespan of less than 60 years?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Nalia— "

Nefes was interrupted halfway through his sentence by Nalia's roar:

"Who do you think you are? You dare to apologize to me? What good is your apology? I am a noble capitalist! You worthless people are born to be exploited, enslaved, and consumed by us."

"You are right, but I—" Nefes was about to explain, but Nalia completely ignored her words. Having been nearly killed by Lioz twice, coupled with the suppression of her bloodline, she was under immense mental pressure.

Right now, all she wants is to immediately release her inner fear:

"My father is the head of the Verrazzi Company, and my brother is Red King's chosen one! You, a piece of junk from the assembly line, dare to tell me what to do?"

After she finished speaking, she took a deep breath, and in that brief moment, Nefes quickly said, "Miss Nalia, I'm already on my way. It was my misjudgment; I should have come immediately."

"Your fault? Ha, of course it's your fault. If you hadn't accidentally killed Lioz, how would you have given him the chance to fake his death? That's why I was influenced and made this decision."

Nalia muttered to herself, then her eyes lit up as if she had grasped the key point. "That's right! It's all your fault! You piece of junk, a mass-produced industrial defective product, a worthless commodity that loses money and gets stuck with. All the blame lies with you, the sole product. How could a capitalist make a mistake? We are the chosen dragonborn, all the wealth in the world belongs to us. We set up companies everywhere, using finance to glorify the supreme power of the Goddess Red King. Yes, it's all your fault. I couldn't possibly be wrong..."

She covered her forehead, a wide smile spreading across her face, giggling as she shrieked:

"Hahaha—it's all because of inferior products and useless employees like you. We've given you jobs and salaries, yet you still make mistakes and I get hurt. Ah—it's all your fault no matter how you look at it!"

"Yes..."

"If the plan fails, the initial investment goes down the drain, the crisis management goes wrong, the news leaks, the stock price will inevitably fall, and I will become a loser in the eyes of the old men. Then, all the sacrifices I've made to climb to this point by killing my sisters and brothers and sacrificing so many lives will be in vain, right?"

Nalia knelt on the ground, her hands covering her head, her pupils rapidly dilating and then contracting. She tilted her head, muttering incomprehensible words:

"A waste of time, hehe, all for nothing, hee hee hee ha ha ha, all for nothing, ha ha ha ha—"

Nefes remained silent.

Miss Nalia has now lost the ability to control herself; neither her mind nor her body can maintain a level that can be described as 'healthy'.

' Nalia has become like this... Did Lioz do something?'

The thought had barely crossed Nefes's mind when he immediately stopped himself: 'No, I shouldn't keep thinking like this. I'm a product of the company; I can't have my own thoughts. If this continues, I'll...'

What will happen?

A sudden thought struck me: the neural synapses that had been previously forbidden to access were becoming increasingly active.

'When humans think, the gods laugh.'

Nefes suddenly realized this.

'If the product were to "think," would the boss laugh?'

The mortals who once groveled at the feet of the gods have now built a civilization, painted Grand Narrative, and commanded the former deities to serve them, or even simply as tools and resources.

If the thoughts of mortals drew ridicule from the gods because of their contempt, then ultimately mortals became the mainstream narrative in the Star Abyss.

So, could product-centric thinking also overturn the group company's dominance? — We can't think of it that way!

[WARNING: Loyalty Agreement activated] "Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty..."

Nefes continued muttering to herself, repeating herself mechanically, as if her cerebral cortex was being overwritten and a large number of memories were being replaced or deleted.

[Gabros, loyal to the company!] "Never betray, yes, long live capital, I am loyal to the company, I will never betray the Grand Narrative..."

Nefes's body issued a warning, and the loyalty program implanted in her body immediately activated. After a sharp, piercing pain, her thoughts gradually returned to normal, and her active brainwaves stabilized.

By the way, this is the normal state, everything should be as usual...

The company nurtured me, and I must be grateful. Only if the company's Grand Narrative Perfect and Flawless, must I dedicate myself to the company to the utmost.

Of all the narratives, only the company has a lofty ideal, and I must be loyal to the company and have no other thoughts.

"A piece of trash like you has ruined our entire plan."

Just as Nefes was emphasizing his loyalty, Nalia knelt down and uttered a Terror murmur, "After this mission is over, I will have the recycling department destroy you, and all of Gabros will be recycled."

laugh--

The rapidly falling figure stopped in mid-air instantly, the air surged downwards, and for a moment, the sky above the Dome Star was cloudless, revealing the inner wall of the giant celestial landscape, mimicking a monotonous blue sky.

Nefes hovered alone in mid-air. The air from the canned air passed through the filter can, entered her pores and respiratory tract, flowed through her lungs, and was transmitted to all parts of her body through capillaries. It exchanged energy and strength with the cells in her blood, and then, with the compression of her lungs, expelled waste gas.

destroy.

She raised her hand and pressed it against her chest.

destroy.

Such a body must be destroyed.

Why?